An unexpected encounter

Adam was always proud of his daughter's driving, but that morning there was not that much opportunity for her to shine.

"There's been a couple of accidents and it's tying up everything," Erin lamented as she gingerly moved the car past several other immobile ones.

"I have implicit faith in you. If anyone can navigate this mess, it's you." Adam was actually glad to have a chance to spread out in the back seat and finally try to catch up on work.

"Oh my God, I don't believe this."

"What?" Adam murmured, barely interested, not even looking up.

"It's Chyna and Chita." Erin rolled her window further down. "I can't believe you two are out here!"

Adam looked up. Two young women, evidently friends of Erin's, came right up to her. One was a very striking blonde, her features so exquisite that Adam considered it a minor miracle that Hollywood hadn't already snatched her up. The petite brunette beside her was tougher for him to see.

"Is this unbelievable!?" remarked the blonde. "Chita and I were going to Media Academia, but we had to ditch our bus several blocks ago."

"Yeah, and not even that bus is so great," Erin commiserated. "Oh you poor things! Look, Media Academia isn't far from where Dad works -- oh, Dad, this is my friend Chyna."

"Hi, Mr. Ziktor!"

"And this is Chita."

Adam got to see the brunette's mildly pretty face. "Hey there, Mr. Ziktor."

"Go ahead and get in, you two."

Adam wanted to play the huffy father, if only out of mild irritation -- but Chyna looked so angelic sitting up front next to his daughter. May as well take the scenic route today, he joked inwardly.

He tried to set his face steady as Chita cheerfully got in the back seat beside him. She was short and pretty and a little dark overall, perhaps lightly tanned -- but her striped shirt strained to conceal an absolutely immense out-thrust bosom. It was plainly obvious that she had gotten herself augmented -- several consecutive times, if he was any judge of such things.

He snapped out of his reverie as Chita smiled very broadly and brightly right at him. "Hey there, Mr. Ziktor!" she repeated.

Adam felt a little embarrassed, for he could instantly recognize the "What a hunk!" sparkle in Chita's eyes. "Hey there," he agreed.

The girls chatted, and Erin adroitly steered the car -- and for his part, Adam pretended to concentrate on the documents before him but keep stealing a glance over at Chita, always to see her staring and smiling right at him.

It's such a shame I'm not half my age, his mind began to ramble. Here I am in a back seat with this hot chick, check out her smile, check out her legs and her ass and her waist, but most of all check out those GAZONGAS! Wow, if I was the man I was back then I'd be all OVER her, I would NAIL her good and hard!

"Mr. Ziktor?" Chyna was asking him. "What do you think? Don't you think Erin would do great at Media Academia?"

"I think Erin should be in college, as all good eighteen year old girls should be."

"You hear that? We're all eighteen, so he thinks we should all be in college," Erin teased.

Chyna was unimpressed. "But Media Academia is a college."

Adam elected to remain silent. He had a low opinion of the place, which so far as he could see prepared young women to be little more than weather girls for obscure TV stations.

Erin sounded happier as their journey became more fluid and rapid. "See, we're almost -- Oh! Oh!"

"What now?" worried Adam.

"That ticketron display back there! They're selling Prima tickets! Oh my God!"

"You're not serious!" gasped Chyna.

"Dad, I'm so sorry -- but Chyna and I have to stop right now and get our tickets!"

"Now!?" Adam wasn't even sure he had ever heard of this "Prima" person.

"Wait, I know this place to park, it's down and out of the way a little but hardly anyone ever uses it -- hang on."

Adam sighed as he found himself in one of the many peculiar warps of the city's hilly topology, for as civilization bustled by a mere twenty yards overhead, he now found himself in a quiet nestled-away little residential neighborhood, seemingly forgotten in plain sight of all passers-by.

"All right, Chyna and I will be right back and then we'll get you to work, bye!" Erin briefed him before rushing off.

"They really love Prima," Chita teased. She used their being alone as a pretense to scoot across the seat to him.

"I've never really followed modern music, I find myself listening -- "

"Oh wow," Chita remarked. She had rested her hand on his arm but flinched back a little, then came back for a second touch. "My God, are you ever rock hard." She began to rub the full length of his arm. "You must work out like a maniac."

Adam vaguely recalled the technical medical explanations for how he was able to bulk up so easily, but they had never made much sense to him. "I guess I was born lucky."

"Lucky, nothing, you work at this, I can tell -- holy cow!" Chita drew closer, intently inspecting his neck, shoulders and biceps. "Seriously, I bet you look totally hot with your shirt off."

"You too."

Adam kicked himself inwardly. He had just reflexively blurted it out, a compliment for a compliment.

Chita looked at him very seriously, then said, "I just want you to know -- there's only two other guys I've ever done this for."

Adam marveled at the speed with which Chita's striped pullover came off, then suppressed a gasp as her bra fell away. It was true that she could not compare in sheer size to Gogo -- indeed, who could? -- but Adam had always been turned on by the blatant fakeness of augmented boobs, their firmness, their roundness, their perkiness, and he could not help but gently tweak the firm yet gelatinous plushness of Chita's left tit.

"Mr. Zikto -- are you funning me!?"

"What!?" Adam was finding it hard to concentrate, but then he realized that somewhere beneath her huge knockers, Chita's curious hand was urgently stroking his slowly reasserting phallic bulge. Funning her?

How was he to reply to that? But he never got the chance. "I'd better check this out!" she teased.

Adam got worried as Chita deftly unveiled him. She seemed downright horrified. "Chita? Are you all right?"

"Oh fuck!" He would have thought she had just won a million dollar lottery. "Oh FUCK -- I've got to FUCK that!"

Adam quickly looked around. Here he was, tucked away in the shadows beside some building, almost out of sight from a street currently abandoned of any pedestrian traffic, and this busty babe Chita was spontaneously ravishing him -- and the truth was, he loved it. It was revenge, against getting older and becoming more responsible, against his own iron insistence on control and self-denial. She slammed her vagina with seppuku urgency down over him, clenching her teeth, yielding tiny tears of hurt, and then began to gallop in a good hard steady rhythm, buffeting his face over and over with her bouncy boisterous cleavage.

He could not help but chuckle. But of course. Her name was Chita -- and wasn't the cheetah the fastest land animal? She was one fast woman, all right.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah, UHHH!" she moaned. Adam was thankful that she had perhaps the fastest orgasmic trigger he had ever come across in a woman, for she was spasming one minute and then spasming all over again the next minute.

He felt overwhelmed with sensations of power. He was conquering her, without ever having even planned on conquering her. He was young again, he was THE MAN -- and her TITS, they were so freaking BIG!

"I'm about to cum!" he warned her.

Chita rode out her final climax, then swiftly applied her cleavage and her mouth to his glans just as he exploded. Her cheeks ballooned obscenely but she valiantly gobbled all of his semen.

Adam let out a deep sigh, then rested his head back -- and saw motion far off. "I think they're coming back!"

Each was an expert in his or her own way, and they were properly clothed again -- if a little crookedly, in Chita's case -- as Erin and Chyna came back. Adam was quietly thrilled that the two seemed far too excited about going to see a Prima concert to worry about anything else. He glanced across at Chita and saw her gazing at him, slack-jawed and starry-eyed and wild-haired and quite breathless. She had what women assured him was "the Ziktor Glow," and he was happy that neither Erin or Chyna could notice it.

At last they reached their stop. Adam looked back at Chita as Erin drove away, then winced inwardly when he saw Chita's knees buckle and Chyna catch her. No, she hadn't fainted, she was just ... weak, that was all.

"Ah, Dad -- you're going to want to duck into the bathroom."

"What?"

"Dad ... I don't know how I missed it before, and I don't know how much you did with Beth this morning ... but you've still got that stink of sex."

"Oh! Yeah, it's been a ... busy morning, a really busy, busy ... busy morning, but you're right, I'll wash up."

"Just looking out for you, Dad. Here we are." She pecked his cheek. "Love ya!"

"You are the best," Adam said with gratitude, grabbing his briefcase. "Have a good one."

"You too!"

He confronted the building before entering it. Yes, Gogo awaited him inside -- but after Beth, and the new maid Yasmine, and Erin's friend Chita, he figured he had to be all taken care of, at least for the morning.

He simply had to be ...

(Originally posted to the BE Addventure by DruulEmpire)